You Were My New Dream Novels & Stories

with a sigh I dragged my bag to the room. This is why I hate dreaming, sometimes is more better to see reality the way it is. I shouldn't have dared dreamt of a lifetime with Jason. (Sigh).

" - - - - Saturday evening was so bored and quiet, having dinner with Joachim was worse. He paid less or no attention to her, his earphone blocking literally his hearing and his cell phone distracting his sight, that Mareili felt he wasn't even there at all. She had to rush her meal, leaving him and rushing to take her bath. After bathing, Mareili sat on the porch as she watched weak sun disappear into the horizon. The clouds rumbled, and for some reason Mareili thought the rain and the sun were fighting for dominance over the earth, this was what her mother made her believe whenever the rain threatened to fall and the Sun refused to vanish. When the sky turned grey, and the horizon released

Though The Matrix Trilogy was probably not the best movies for that. “Abby?” I heard before long, coming from the garage door. “Yes, Josh, I am here in the living room,” I called back. I waited as he walked down the hallway. “Hey, how was your day?” He asked as he kissed my cheek. “It was good, but I have met someone else now. His name is Zelimir, he is from the Mortal World,” I finished explaining my dream to Josh as he sat on the couch next to me. I told him of everything in the dream and everything that I had been thinking of all day, except of course, the fact that Zelimir was so good-looking.

Sure enough, the look in his eyes flashed confusion. "A nightmare? You haven't had one of those in years." I chewed on my lower lip causing the worry to grow evident on his features even more. I exhaled heavily as I knew he was waiting for clarification. "Not necessarily a nightmare. It was a dream where you guys were there to save me. I always dreaded waking up afterwards though. Because everytime I woke up, I realized that it was just a dream..." I felt the stinging sensation in my eyes and quickly took another deep breath.

She dreamt of the time in Yuvaran when she was forced by Jonathan to learn various skills that she was reluctant to learn, such as combat and shooting. Even though there were constant dangers, with Jonathan around, her days were as ordinary as any other person's, happy and carefree. She dreamed of Ernest and Erin, both smiling at her. In her dream, she saw many familiar faces calling out to her warmly. Suddenly, her dream changed. The echoes of gunshots resounded in every corner and blood was spilled everywhere. Those once clear faces gradually faded away from her sight. In her dream, she saw Jonathan's face filled with longing before he left …

"I know you probably hate and don't want to see me right now and it's quite understandable. I won't complain if you decide to ignore me the rest of your life but would you please not ignore me right now" That voice sounded familiar,it sounded like the one he wanted to hear all this time but he was scared, scared to turn only to found out that it was his imagination, a dream and he didn't want to wake up from it. "I just wanted to figure myself up . I wanted to know what I really wanted but seeing you here, right now and like this I know what I want" "Serena"

Jeanne fought through the stabbing pain in her leg, forcing herself to answer the voice that had called her name. "Darren… I'm here…" But no one replied. She jerked her eyes open. Blood blurred her vision, painting the world in red. The car interior was empty—completely still. She was alone. The man who had just shouted her name hadn't saved her. As her consciousness sank, Jeanne slipped into a dream. She dreamed of that year when Darren had chased her all the way to Los Cielos.

He walked 99 steps toward me, making me believe that there was someone who could truly love me in this world, enough for me to take the final step myself. I once believed that step would lead me to a lifetime of peace, until the day I was brought back into the Liddell family.

The room was deathly silent except for the frantic beat of my heart in my ears. His low voice and the one from my dreams overlapped, weaving into a single key that unlocked my carefully built self-deception with a sharp click. He was Mr. Y—the man who sang off-key love songs to me at midnight, and the very same one who had chastised me relentlessly in the day. I stared at him. His handsome face was so close, and the usual coldness and distance were gone, replaced by a fragile, pleading vulnerability. The light in his eyes flickered like a candle tossed all night by a stormy wind.

“I was working in a different, but familiar place. I saw you, but couldn’t get to you. Can you guess why?” “I dunno.” “It still hurts. Like it’s real…” “Why? What happened?” “A bunch of songs by The 1975 and LANY were playing all throughout the dream. And it was happening.” “Somebody Else?” “It started with Quit, but yes, that played after I saw you. I was shaking, couldn’t move and didn’t know what to do. Love? Don’t leave? I swear. I’ll be a better person.” “Hey, love. It’s going to be okay. Calm down. Try to calm down. I’m here.”